The lock on my front door is somewhat difficult and can seemly only be opened by me. It's as if the house is unwilling to let anyone go; the psychic manifestation of a loneliness which I have yet to sense or acknowledge.
On the turntable: This Mortal Coil, "Blood"
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Hey Ted
Just logged on to your blog to see how you are doing and clearly you are in need of a locksmith. I have no fine advice I am afraid but would like to know if you went to Earth Festival this year? I am still in England running round sleeping on friends floors and drinking lots of tea. Off to USA in Jan for a bit.
love and hugs, Amanda
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